The passers-by are vicious

Old Mike, who originally thought that even if he died, his money would be taken away by his family, had no time to beg for mercy. Instead, he cursed in his not-so-fluent Chinese: "You are the devil."

Looking at Old Mike's reaction, Duan Ye knew that Duan Hangjin guessed right.

He casually placed the wine glass on the table beside him and pinched his chin in thought.

It is difficult to withdraw money from a foreign bank that is not in your own account; you need proof.

Duan Ye just raised his chin, and Duan Hangjin who was standing beside him immediately understood. He pulled his leather gloves with an expressionless face and ordered others to search the bank documents carefully.

"Search, leaving no corner unsearched."

Then he went around searching himself, opened drawers, and picked up the inconspicuous little things inside to see if there was any space to hide something inside.

...............

In the Duan Mansion villa, Jiang Wanwan was sitting at the dressing table counting her jewels like a money-grubber, when she noticed a small box on the table.

I opened it out of curiosity and found that it was a emerald green jade ring. It was clear and transparent, giving people a cool feeling. It looked like a priceless treasure.

Although she didn't know who gave it to her, Jiang Wanwan still put it on her finger, looked at it again and again, and then wore it without taking it off.

It shouldn’t have been a gift from Duan Ye, as he would usually put it on her himself.

Duan Ye couldn't be the one, so the only person he could be was his adulterer.

I didn't expect that he was so smart that he even thought of giving me a ring. He was also very brave and not afraid of being discovered.

"Madam, the young master is crying and looking for you."

"Got it." Jiang Wanwan stuffed all the jewels into the box, and after making sure nothing was left out, she stood up to meet her three-year-old son, Duan Jinzhou.

Just as I picked up the child and coaxed him to sleep, I handed him over to the servant, and then I heard the maid say that the Marshal and the Young Marshal had returned, and they had brought back several boxes.

Duan Ye had already noticed the stairs, and when he saw the charming figure in purple cheongsam coming down.

He raised his head and looked towards Jiang Wanwan's fingers. After seeing the green color, his gloomy brows seemed to soften for a moment.

Jiang Wanwan walked down from the upstairs with her waist twisted gracefully, her eyes fell directly on the mahogany box placed on the ground, she lifted her curly hair on her shoulders and looked at Duan Ye with curved eyebrows.

"This is…."

Duan Ye didn't need to speak or just raised his chin. Duan Hangjin, who was standing beside him, bent down and opened all the boxes. There was still no fluctuation on his serious face.

There were three full mahogany boxes, one containing jewelry and the other two containing small yellow croakers.

Jiang Wanwan couldn't help but cover her lips with her handkerchief and let out a sigh. She reached out from the box and grabbed a pearl necklace and wrapped it around her wrist.

“These are all…”

She had thought that Duan Ye would reap a lot this time, but she didn't expect that the old foreigner would have more benefits than Jiang Wanwan had imagined.

Seeing her so happy, Duan Ye's handsome face also showed a smile: "Like it?"

Jiang Wanwan smiled and nodded, her hands still rummaging through the jewelry box.

Duan Ye leaned on the sofa, looking at Jiang Wanwan with doting eyes: "All of them are yours."

"Mine?" Jiang Wanwan raised her delicate eyebrows in surprise and asked in surprise, "Give them all to me?"

"I didn't even take my share, I'm giving it all to you." Duan Ye, who was sitting on the sofa, couldn't help but raise his chin and interrupted, and his handsome face rarely looked good.

"Thank you, Marshal."

After Jiang Wanwan thanked him perfunctorily, she walked to the sofa and threw herself into Duan Ye's arms.

With sparkling eyes, she hugged the man's arm, kissed him on the side of his face, and said in a charming voice: "Thank you, Marshal, you are so kind to me."

Duan Ye, who was sitting nearby, had a good mood at first, but his expression suddenly turned gloomy again because of Jiang Wanwan's different treatment.

Duan Hangjin, who was standing next to the sofa, still had a serious look on his face, seemingly without any emotion.

But those cold eyes lowered slightly and glanced at a purple-red color out of the corner of his eye...